Chapter Nine

We were greeted at the door by a stocky, dark haired Were roughly in his thirties and his curvaceous wife that I soon found out to be Wyatt’s Delta, Alex Smith and his wife Brandi. They ushered us through the plantation-style mansion until we reached a back drawing room and they offered us something to drink. I politely declined, the taste of burning flesh still lingering on my tongue from the vision, but Wyatt eagerly accepted a tumbler of bourbon from Alex’s thick fingers and set himself down on a lounger.

“So, this is the missus?” he enquired cheerfully, giving me a once-over with his dark little eyes. I didn’t even attempt to hide my dark mood.

“Yeup” Wyatt muttered into his glass matter-of-factly, shooting me a warning glare.

“I see you guys are gettin’ on swell” Alex said provocatively, flicking his gaze from Wyatt’s shoulder to my darkening eye. His wife Brandi stifled a giggle that set him over the edge, and they erupted into roaring laughter at our expense. Wyatt raised his